Oh, how I love when the sweltering summer leaves and the air becomes like a crispy potato chip (a healthy one, at that). Mosquitoes fly south in a Q-fashion (trying to show up the ducks in a "you got served!" fashion), and the nut-armed squirrels take their post.This is my favorite time of the year to go hopping down the street in my rad, denim jacket I made Mike design for me. My eyes peer toward the streets, hoping to find an unsuspecting pile of leaves into which I frivolously leap. Meet your maker...err...I guess that would be right above you...um...meet me!
I got a little sick from all that candy I gnashed, but at least that's it until Thanksgiving. I personally blame Snickers for the peanuts...that's almost a food group!
I do wish the weather would make up it's mind. First it's cold, then it's hot, then torrential rain. My fur doesn't do well under constant barometric changes. Mike even said I was missing a little patch one night, but I think he was pulling my puff tail after the night before when I made him turn my pellet waste into a life-size sculpture of myself.
I plan to talk about autumn, but I finish with poop; I hope you didn't fall for that crap.
